Location: Burgos ➡️ Hontanas (31km)
Kilometres walked: 323
Kilometres to Santiago: 458
Weather: Rain clearing, ferocious wind.
Life lesson: Appreciate the sunny moments
Well, what to say about today. We have all arrived in the cute town of Hontanas battered and bruised after six kilometres of relentless wind. Earlier light rain tickled my toes, and we saw an incredible double rainbow. And then churros and hot chocolate in a cafe where we unexpectedly caught up with other Pilgrims including the kind French man Jean-Claude. And we've now traversed 300km!
Imagine a wind tunnel that magically goes forever,
Unrelenting. Mystifying. Terrorising.
Pushing. Demanding. Sniping. Slaying.
"Go back! You don't belong here!" wind bellows with such ferocity my ears echo with the roar.
So spiteful and malevolent he'll try to force you off the path just for the frivolity.
He is manic. Every step a chance to belittle.
I stare through slitted eyes.
I won't be defeated by something I cannot see, I reply with as much gusto as I am able.
Each step is an act of war.
If watching from behind glass, the scene would be tranquil - the sun smiling on green rolling hills.
But it is not. Nor am I.
I am weary, tempted to lie still on the grassy carpet. To pretend it is over. Just for a while.
A lull, but just to confuse, and then a big smack, leaving my lips and cheeks red raw.
Day suddenly turns dark and then bright again as if someone is playing with the controller.
Wind is childish, gnarly, angry.
An internal battle in my head.
Rows of turbines wave from the hills, spoiling for a fight.
But the fight in me is gone. I'm just relieved to be home safe for the night.